[ It's- well. It's not what he expected. They've moved through sleeping quarters. Barracks. But this is a bedroom. A person's bedroom, with things that people like to have, rather than just spartan quarters for soldiers or lavish ones for honoured guests. It's as good a place as any.
Sypha's breathing is back to normal, at least, as he lays her down on the bed. Her words are still a little slurred in the few moments of lucidity she manages before sinking into sleep, but they're coherent enough to confirm she's still aware of her surroundings. The bruising on her temple isn't quite as bad as he feared. Maybe- maybe a little rest will be all she needs. She's- pretty, in her sleep, the nasty purple lump to the side of her head aside. She makes a soft distressed noise in her sleep - probably the pain of it - and almost unconsciously his hand falls upon a wolf doll and he hands it to her, smiling when she coils her body around it before catching himself and shaking his head.
Water. They need water. For her to sip at when she wakes, yes, but right now mostly to wash away the blood. They can't go about a castle of vampires with her reeking of it, and- god, even the smallest cuts to the head result in so much of the stuff. The castle's big, they can go undetected here as long as they're careful. But it's not so big that Dracula's entire fucking court won't descend upon the smell of fresh blood.
There was one of those bathing rooms not far away, and in it more of those metal veins that carry water through the castle. He doesn't like the idea of leaving Sypha alone, but they do need the water and it'll only be a matter of moments. ]
in which Alucard is grounded and two idiot humans rescue him
Sypha's breathing is back to normal, at least, as he lays her down on the bed. Her words are still a little slurred in the few moments of lucidity she manages before sinking into sleep, but they're coherent enough to confirm she's still aware of her surroundings. The bruising on her temple isn't quite as bad as he feared. Maybe- maybe a little rest will be all she needs. She's- pretty, in her sleep, the nasty purple lump to the side of her head aside. She makes a soft distressed noise in her sleep - probably the pain of it - and almost unconsciously his hand falls upon a wolf doll and he hands it to her, smiling when she coils her body around it before catching himself and shaking his head.
Water. They need water. For her to sip at when she wakes, yes, but right now mostly to wash away the blood. They can't go about a castle of vampires with her reeking of it, and- god, even the smallest cuts to the head result in so much of the stuff. The castle's big, they can go undetected here as long as they're careful. But it's not so big that Dracula's entire fucking court won't descend upon the smell of fresh blood.
There was one of those bathing rooms not far away, and in it more of those metal veins that carry water through the castle. He doesn't like the idea of leaving Sypha alone, but they do need the water and it'll only be a matter of moments. ]